Poem #26

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There once was a little girl.
Whose mind was so innocent and pure.
But, she once entered the evil world.
She had started to mature.

Her sanity was deteriorating.
As she was growing up.
Her innocence began decaying
Never once she's think it was enough.

It started off as heaven.
And grew in a hell.
They taught her "lessons."
So she hid in her shell.

Kept telling herself everything was okay.
She had tried to convince herself.
She used the blade to keep it contained.
And began to think it would feel better if she left.

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